Fountain of Life

(Water seeketh level lowest
but we seeketh level highest.)

water we are,
restless.
not content to be contained
we hasten to overflow
in trickles and torrents,
in drips and spurts.

we rise in rush.
to the sky we gush
but never reach it),
squirting up
in swish and swoosh--
rushing, gushing.

then,
by the shifting shades
of color spotlights
we fall with a splash;
in due time crash
when gravity pulls us down
to our gashing bowl…
we smash back to

our reality, our humanity!

- between
rising and falling
is pause.

(c) Chito L. Aguilar